Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.